She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. His gaze remained steady on the old dame’s face, as he thought about it. But here the resemblance stopped. That's well.
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